Play Me Your Song

Seventeen-year-old body running down the street
Never had a place to stay
Gotta find a thing to eat
Troubles on your mind that you don't wanna tell your friends
I can keep a secret if you just

Play me your song
I know you've been hurt
I can see the sadness in your eyes, but you can't seem to cry

She was a stunning girl that got captured by the camera
Dreams to be a pilot
Has to take care of her momma
But now she's making millions, got the boyfriend and the mansion
Red carpet walking, but she still feels better dancing

Play me your song
Tell me what's hurting
It's on the tip of your tongue
Sing me your lullaby
I can see the tears you try to hide
You've been keeping inside

Tell me your story
Then maybe you can sing to me

Looking for a way out, had to grab back your attention
Called you out for being weak
For just showing your emotions
Now every chance you feel, you start pushing them away
Things you've never said, but I'll be listening

Tell me
Tell me
Tell me
Tell me

In your own words, in your own words



Credits
Writer(s): Floris P M Bosma, Bjork Lommerse
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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